There's something in my
throat, I'm telling Ye!
not just plain words
or saliva,
no there's a serrated
dryness, and it's rising up,
up, up, to defeat me,
every morning I feel it,
or clear it,
and my brain like a dank
blue balloon,
clownish and stark,
mind is playing circuitous
tricks,
have to divvy up all my present
time on Earth,
work responsibilities, , my wife
Helen, Eddie the dog, both absent
sons, have to get on with it,
focus - refocus - defocus!
as Ants do their customary's,
down by the sea front,
in spandex, or pink grey sportswear,
hoping we're going somewhere,
in the correct place, at a safe time,
between the heavenly wind & clouds,
I stretch out, in the big big blue..
Always you should stay in safer place. Danger we should avoid. Between the heavenly wind & clouds we are always wishing you to have safety and healthy life. This poem is wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes it's like stretching big big blue. You confronting can of worms with heart of iron. Big bang boomerang, what a verse that delighted with lights my heart and soul.